[ He's not troubled by the notion that he could be talking about his own brain, here, being destroyed. It's something he's mostly gotten used to. That unless he's very unlucky it's something someone will do for him, someday. Hopefully not soon, but you can't know. ]
We dunno, really. How it spreads.
[ And that..... is the problem. Not knowing if it's too late already. ]
[It takes Pavel a moment longer to decide that, as frightening as the thought that they're all infected with the thing that overtook the space station is, there's little sense in agonizing about it since they can't do much by way of testing or curing.]
...Thank you for telling me. I promise to do what I can if it becomes necessary.
[ That sounds deadpan as ever, but he means it very earnestly-- and not for his own sake, but because the last thing he wants is a repeat of the station, of what happened at home. However it's spread, he hopes wildfire hasn't spread to the people on the Fleet.
It wouldn't be their fault, exactly-- it's not like they asked to come here-- but it'd be a disaster. ]
[ it's not exactly a real subject change, but that might be for the best. Anything too gentle would be conspicuous, might set him off. This is practical, which suits him. ]
Yeah. Good to know, [ he agrees. Really it's kind of his job, being security officer and all. ]
[ Or whether he'd be able to learn it, because he's gotten the sense that Chekov is damn smart. Daryl's got plenty of confidence in his skills, but he's never been book smart. ]
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Spread too fast to stop. Tried to evacuate but... [ he shrugs ] nowhere to go. Ended up fire bombing most've the cities. Atlanta for sure.
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I'm glad that you are here instead of there.
[Same goes for the other folks from Daryl's world. The Fleet isn't great, but it beats the zombie apocalypse.]
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[ Better for them, anyway. ]
Thing is... anything happens to me, gotta take me out. Y'all oughta know that.
[ Your security officer is a walker waiting to happen, hooray! ]
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[He frowns in a way that doesn't promise much in the way of taking-out.]
Why would something happen to you? Do the people from your world carry the infection?
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Ain't gotta be bit or nothin'. If I die, I turn.
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Okay. What is the best way to do it?
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Gotta get the brain. Don't much matter how.
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How much of the brain? And how is it spread to others?
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[ He's not troubled by the notion that he could be talking about his own brain, here, being destroyed. It's something he's mostly gotten used to. That unless he's very unlucky it's something someone will do for him, someday. Hopefully not soon, but you can't know. ]
We dunno, really. How it spreads.
[ And that..... is the problem. Not knowing if it's too late already. ]
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Ah. So there is a possibility that everyone in the Fleet is infected.
[That's not at all terrifying.]
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I mean... if people got it you think we'd've heard about it. But I dunno.
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...Thank you for telling me. I promise to do what I can if it becomes necessary.
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[ That sounds deadpan as ever, but he means it very earnestly-- and not for his own sake, but because the last thing he wants is a repeat of the station, of what happened at home. However it's spread, he hopes wildfire hasn't spread to the people on the Fleet.
It wouldn't be their fault, exactly-- it's not like they asked to come here-- but it'd be a disaster. ]
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[The space station was more than enough experience with that.
Anyway, that's all very grim and sad and Pavel would like to direct the conversation to a more pleasant place.]
You mentioned stabbing. [Yes, much better!] I have no experience with knives. Would you be willing to show me how to use one effectively, maybe?
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Yeah. Good to know, [ he agrees. Really it's kind of his job, being security officer and all. ]
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Thank you. [A smile.] I would offer to teach you something in return, but I'm not certain that I know anything that would be useful to you.
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[ Or whether he'd be able to learn it, because he's gotten the sense that Chekov is damn smart. Daryl's got plenty of confidence in his skills, but he's never been book smart. ]
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[They're definitely operating with different skillsets, Daryl and Pavel.]
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[ space moonshine: best idea ever ]
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...Not yet.
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